Evers had been brainstorming ways he could complete his quest. Fire would be the easiest to carry by burning onto a sturdy piece of wood, but managing to keep it alight would be another thing. He'd have to have another willing to go back to the veins with him. Maybe one of his brothers would oblige. For now he was concerning himself over how he was going to store dirt and water. He would need a bucket and a jar. But where on earth would he find those things? It was on this day that the idea hit him, the blue could ask the herds Mason. Namer. A curious stallion who had talent in the area Evers needed. He made a note of tracking down the steed.

Scarce trees whistled in the breeze as the little unicorn ambled across the Foothills, deep in thought. He was about to turn to the matter of travelling to the Throat when he stumbled across a newcomer. Shock initially played out across his face, Evers wasn't expecting to find someone wondering across the border, but then again it wasn't uncommon. The Foothills attracted all kinds of species across its borders. It was so diverse the herd leads even allowed his mother, Mandrake, to remain here. Although the sight would of been unseemly if they hadn't.

Evers approached the palomino femme and politely stops a little distance away so not to frighten her. He wasn't exactly the most common unicorn to come across but the little blue never really bothered much about his appearance. Most of his family turned out to be defective in some way. Especially the newest member, Knox. He wondered how the mare had found the Foothill's whilst he spoke "hello Miss. I'm Evers, are you looking for a new home here?" His quiet, shy like vocals crept out of his maw, face inquisitive as he asked.

Evers smiled at the mare when she mentioned Boltar. The blue didn't know him personally or anything, but at least she had been directed here by another from the Herd. All that left for him to do was show her round and find Gossamer for the proper introduction. For now it was polite to invite her in of course. He wondered what kind of a mare she was like, the femme seemed pretty sweet and innocent. Although Evers knew the dark places a heart could fall to, her presence suggested that the personality she presented was truly legitimate. Time would tell, however. "Well then welcome Saisands and I'd like to be the first to welcome you to the Foothill's herd." He gestured to the land before them to go with the rather warm greeting he gave her. It was also his way of saying you are now a member, although it would have to go through Gossamer to decide whether she would stay as a member. It was highly unlikely the Chieftess would disagree, their pearly leader was so dear and kind to them all.

The small brute turned back to the belle and turned a little as if to begin walking. "Care for a tour? I can find our Chieftess so you may have a more formal greeting too" Evers had turned his head to see if she would follow. His blue skin wrinkling in the bend, 3 horns were covering part of his face as lobes stood erect atop a mini pommel. He was glad to find mares like her, constantly surrounded by defected brothers and a psycho mother left the little Scholar wishing for a normal conversation. Not that he disliked any of his mismatched family, in fact there was a love there deeper and more weird than any would ever of experienced. For reasons more morbid than any would care to imagine. Behind the shy, skinny scholar like steed was a story best left to be forgotten. A story that was updated by his mother to this day.

However, for now Evers was content on resting his thoughts on the new femme and showing her around.